Life is a series of choices; some are trivial and others heavy with
consequence. Some are just plain fun, like deciding which car to drive
when leaving home for the day (or evening). More often than not, it was an
amusing act that could set the tone and supply context for whatever
adventure was in store.
One day, I was going to lunch at The Brown
Derby in Hollywood with an aspiring writer who, at the time, was a
bartender at Matthew Ettinger's nightclub the Plush Bunny. On that day, I
threw the decision to him about which car to drive. The selection
included the GTO, a standard steel-bodied, dark blue S-Type Bentley and a
silver and black James Young-bodied, R-Type Bentley. He chose the
R-Type; I think he liked the understated elegance of the James Young
lines and the rich burled walnut dash and trim complementing the
sumptuous leather upholstery--an appropriate conveyance for two
gentlemen on their way to a proper luncheon. After lunch, we exchanged
the Bentley for the Ferrari and spent the rest of the day tear-assing
around L.A. in the GTO.
One evening, Matthew Ettinger and I
decided to drive to Palm Springs for dinner (4 hours round trip) with
our girlfriends. We could have taken the GTO and Breadvan, as you might
expect we would, but that night we took the James Young R-Type. I don't
know why because the road from L.A. to Palm Springs is great for
traveling at high speeds and cutting up the moving chicanes also known
as freeway traffic. In any case, we all went together in the Bentley and
sang songs in the car (not) and as Matthew explored a running
stream-of-consciousness that touched upon lugubrious comestibles
(butter, for example) and other less quotable topics in a desultory
fashion, I held the Bentley rock steady and true at over 90 mph in the
pouring rain until we reached Palm Canyon Drive. When Matthew and I were
out together, dinner was always something of an articulated, three-ring
event often conscripting diners we hadn't previously met and by the
time we closed the restaurant, the rain had stopped so I didn't have to
drive quite so carefully on the way home.
During a later era, my
selection included a Maserati Quattroporte, two Maserati Mistrals and a
bright yellow, 327 Corvette Stingray with mag wheels. Each of these
would set a different tone and tenor for the outing--even the two Mistrals
had different personalities, if you can imagine, one being a little more
raucous than the other. I really liked the Quattroporte--a series one
with the rectangular headlights--and would sometimes go for rides up the
coast at night and my father would come along. I liked this car so much
that I drove it in spite of not knowing where to find reverse. A week
or so after it arrived from Italy, I finally found reverse in a
spring-loaded position alongside first gear; until that moment, I would
have to push the car out of parking spaces or park at the curb in a red
zone (leaving an 'out of gas/gone for gas' note on the windshield) where
I wouldn't need to back up to leave.
You might think that
deciding upon the right car for going on a date would be something of a
fine art but, apart from a landmark occasion when I was working in Palm
Springs on Dean Martin's film The Wrecking Crew where I suspect
that the Ferrari Berlinetta Lusso may have had an influence on a woman
in her thirties accepting my teen-aged invitation to dinner, I never got
the impression the car I was driving factored into the situation.
one occasion, I was on a first date with a very attractive woman and I
was inexplicably driving a seven-year-old Chevrolet Corvair with (very)
leaky seals that was pumping large quantities of oil onto the engine
and exhaust pipes. It was a real treat for those keen on the smell of
burning fossil fuels and the theater of stopping at red lights and
having a mile or so of trailing smoke catch up with the car and engulf
it was spectacular to say the least. Finally, my date asked me if the
car was on fire. "Not yet," I told her.
I found that if you drive whatever car you have as though it were a Ferrari, there will never be a dull moment and who can ask for more than that?
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